Abbie's first night in her new home was a quite one. She's the first puppy that I've had that stayed quite in the pen the first night. We'll see how it goes tonight. I suspect that the reason had to do with a couple of bedtime tales I told her that were reinforced by Lucy.

Right before dark, about two hours after I had fed and cleaned the pen, Abbie started up, howling and barking continuously. I went down to the pen and let her out for a few minutes, feeding her a little more before putting her back in the pen. I squatted next to the gate with her as the shadows lengthened, the light fading into night. I could see GF looking out the window, no doubt wondering what was taking me so long to do whatever I was doing. I just continued on, telling Abbie about the monster that lurked in the shadows, listening for noisy puppies to eat. Lucy chimed in a time or two, mostly about the huge size of the rolled up newspaper that it attacked with. Abbie listened attentively, the occasional gasp of a whine escaping. I finally eased toward the outer gate and around the corner where she couldn't see me because I was hidden by a thick growth of morning glory and other weeds.

She started up the barking and ran down the fence. Just as she got to the corner where I was hid. I slammed the fence with my arm while growling loudly. With a little yelp, she disappeared under one of the houses.
It was quite the rest of the night.
Heck, must have scared the other dogs because I didn't hear any of them all night, not even the 11 o'clock cat call

Gone to exercise the dogs down in Seale